I had a beer at a Denny's in Woodland. I stopped at Shasta Lake and took some pictures. I met some random people in Eugene, and one of them wrote me a poem. I-5 was closed for a while, and I had to take a frontage road, and it rained a little, and then I got to Seattle. I love my reliable little Toyota because it still gets 32 miles to the gallon and can go 85 over the Grapevine. My brother and I stayed up all night before he left for Korea and talked about things like how this girl we knew in high school was lying out in the sun and told me she had to leave because she had a tanning appointment. I helped my mom have a garage sale and talked her into giving me a bunch of the stuff she planned to sell. I now have three handbags, four reams of paper, a tiny Christmas tree, and some dishes. bohunk and I had drinks last night and are going to have one or two more tonight. I am at her house right at this very moment, and it is good.